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t all began yesterday morning on the island. Correction, on the RAIN SOAKED island. After a day and night of rain, Kirk, Jerry, and I set out for Avalon in the giant F-250 truck in hopes that we would be able to power through any mud that we encountered. Well, we powered, for the most part, and made it so far as to the first big hill on the airport road before we got stuck. But we just didn't get stuck, we got rooted down in the ruts of the ankle deep mud. Not to mention trying to power up the road going sideways throwing the guck everywhere. We were afraid that we would either run off the side of the road, kick up a rock into the under carriage of the car, or just sticking it to the road. As I mentioned to Kirk, I think we all found a little bit of God that morning. 
To get out of the ditch, we had to push the back end of the truck back up onto the road and then Jerry stood on the backend while Kirk coasted us to a point where we could turn around and head along the middle ranch road. A bit more slipping and prayers and we finally made it into Avalon, three hours after initially leaving camp and with 10 minutes to spare before our boat left. Forget that Kirk and I were pretty much covered in mud and had to ransack the ticket office and run down the ramps of the dock. Yeah, a sight to see for sure. We made it safely to the mainland and were met by Kirk's wife Lisa. Kirk and Lisa let me stay in the apartment overnight and Kirk took me to LAX early early this morning. LAX was of course a nut house and after some delays I finally made it out only to be stranded in San Jose because American Airlines messed up my reservation. Well, the time is drawing near for me to leave and I'm ready to get on that plane. It's going to be nice to breathe fresh air again. In only a matter of hours I'll be back where it all started. After months in self-imposed exile I'll be home. Really truly home.
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